Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Even the bravest warriors cannot resist cultivators who directly kill and read memories forcefully.

"This is indeed a bit tricky. I should inform the Martial Saint about this," Wu Qiankun frowned secretly.

With nearly half of the casualties on the side of the Wuji Association, some martial artists have tragically died and had their memories read during hunting operations, which is becoming a problem.

The initial advantage of martial artists in war is mainly due to the lack of information, catching their opponents off guard.

If the Immortal Gate no longer looks down on the Wuji Association and sees them as a true adversary, then the issue will be serious.

Just like forty years ago, the Immortal Gate cultivators created a technique called "Etching Bones Li Fire" to counter martial artists.

Even Qi refining period cultivators cannot withstand the Etching Bones Li Fire unleashed by Spirit Refining martial artists, they can only dodge it with sharp intuition.

Only superb martial artists like Wu Qiankun, who have undergone a transformation in internal strength, can directly counter the Etching Bones Li Fire with their superb internal strength.

"The struggle between the Wuji Association and Immortal Gate may not last much longer."

…

In the Imperial Capital, there was the Hai family’s mansion.

Hai Wuya walked in the backyard of the mansion, leaning on a cane and holding a scroll of the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," reciting it from time to time.

In front of him, there were over a hundred white-haired old soldiers: some were meditating with closed eyes, some were practicing martial arts with fists as swift as the wind, and others were practicing sword techniques, creating arcs of light with each slash.

Hai Wuya’s mansion no longer looked like a high official’s residence; it resembled more of a training ground of a martial arts school.

The only thing that seemed out of place was that the "students" at this "martial arts school" were too old.

Almost every person had gray hair on their temples, with an average age of over sixty, and Hai Wuya himself was already in his seventies or eighties, a generation older than these old soldiers.

Despite their old age, the white-headed soldiers all had sharp eyes, exuding a sense of determination. Their gaze was not cloudy like ordinary old folks, showing no sign of frailty.

Hai Wuya leaned on his cane, cleared his throat, and looked at these old soldiers with white hair, feeling deeply moved.

While paying respects to the spirits of the Hundred Thousand Western Conquering Army in Anxi Town, he had said that if these old warriors still had the spirit to fight against inhuman forces and didn’t wish to retire peacefully, they could come to Imperial Capital to join him.

Unexpectedly, over two hundred old soldiers came to seek refuge with him… These white-headed soldiers, after crossing the Hundred-mile Desert, were promoted and rewarded by the court with enough money and land to live comfortably.

Normally, these veterans, who had fought for forty years on the fierce battleground of Hundred-mile Desert, should have grown tired of warfare and been ready to retire long ago.

These people were already very old, their vitality declining at this age, making it difficult for them to progress in martial arts.

But standing before them was Hai Wuya.

The founder of the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," who at nearly eighty years old, could still break through in martial arts even while sitting in heavenly prison.

Although his own martial arts level was not high, with Hai Wuya’s knowledge, it was not an exaggeration to call him a pioneering martial arts master.

"Since they left the Hundred-mile Desert, in just a few months, twenty old soldiers have reached the 3rd rank of Spiritual Refining Period… Breaking through seemed almost effortless."

"What they lack is not martial arts determination, but because they are in the Hundred-mile Desert where resources are scarce, they lack the accumulation of energy, blood, and internal strength."

"Once they reach the outside world, it will be a time for their efforts to pay off."

Hai Wuya estimated that if these veteran soldiers had sufficient meat supplies, they would have already reached the 3rd rank of Spiritual Refining Period.

And it’s not just these twenty people.

In Hai Wuya’s eyes, all three hundred veteran soldiers are like seeds for spiritual refining.

It’s just that the remaining two hundred odd people need more time to slowly cultivate their energy, blood, and internal strength…

"Energy and blood are the foundation for martial artists."

"When energy and blood are strong internally, internal strength is naturally generated. By reaching the 4th rank of training, with full internal strength in the lower abdomen, one can achieve success in spiritual refining."

"Accumulating energy and blood step by step, transforming the human body from sand and stones into mountains, this is the essence of the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’…."

Hai Wuya was talking when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

As he turned around, he saw Hai Siyuan and the old man of the arsenal, Li Changshi, leading dozens of old soldiers towards him.

They had spent some time settling the women and children who had left Great Qin City, so they arrived at Imperial Capital only today.

Li Changshi, who was the younger brother of the former general Li Changge, was the same age as Hai Wuya. It was a warm reunion for them.

"Father," Hai Siyuan interrupted their conversation, looking serious as he took out a book from his pocket.

"This is something that Qiao Miao Senior Qiao entrusted to me when I was in Great Qin City. He said to pass it on to you, Father," Hai Siyuan said solemnly, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Even though Qiao Miao Elder Lao defeated all the immortals of the Great Dao Sect, he died in Great Qin City," Hai Siyuan added sadly.

Qiao… Qiao Miao?

Who is that?

Hai Wuya couldn’t remember meeting anyone named Qiao Miao before. Even though he guessed Qiao Miao was from the Qiao family, they didn’t have a direct relationship. So, when Hai Siyuan mentioned it, was it a mistake?

Was there something important that this stranger, Qiao Miao, an elder from the Qiao family, wanted to give him?

Hai Wuya took the book from Hai Siyuan’s hand, feeling confused, and glanced at the three big words on the cover.

"Human Path Sutra"

Hai Wuya was shocked. The staff in his hand fell to the ground with a loud noise, but he didn’t bother to pick it up. Instead, he quickly flipped through the pages of the book, reading it rapidly.

It took him quite a while to read.

"Can this really be true? How is this possible?"

Hai Wuya’s expression kept changing as he read, sometimes frowning, sometimes laughing heartily, but the only thing that didn’t change was the tight grip he had on the book.

"This ‘Human Path Sutra,’ Elder Lao said, was just recently discovered by a talented ancestor from the Qiao family," Hai Siyuan explained.

"Deduction?" Hai Wuya immediately guessed what it meant and felt amazed:

"This is deduced from the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’? Before Elder Lao left the Imperial Capital for Great Qin City, he discussed with me whether the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ and the ‘Long Life Fist Sutra’ could be practiced together. How is it possible that it has only been a few days? How talented is this ancestor from the Qiao family?"

His eyes seemed confused and dull, clearly greatly shocked, going beyond his understanding.

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